I am Guhuoniao, not an umbrella demon, please do not disturb me.

Back in the valley, Bai Qingyu checked Dong Qing's injuries, confirming that she had only fainted from a fall. He placed her on the bed and looked at Changsheng, especially at the sword on his back. After establishing some kind of connection with this sword, the wound that had pierced his heart mysteriously healed.

This is certainly a good thing. Bai Qingyu's main concern is whether this sword will absorb the life force of the immortal as nourishment. After all, this sword seems to be for doing that kind of thing. Both its aura and appearance are exactly the same as the demonic sword in his memory.

There are examples of demonic swords parasitizing their masters and eventually draining them dry, or they bewitch their hosts, turning them into mindless demons.

"Chang Sheng, how are you feeling right now? Is your life force draining away, or do you hear people talking in your ears?" Bai Qingyu walked out of the house and asked Chang Sheng, who was studying the black magic sword outside the door.

After carefully sensing it, Changsheng silently shook his head, "I don't feel anything, Aunt."

"That's good. If anything seems unusual, please remember to tell me."

"Hmm!" Changsheng looked troubled and hesitated before speaking, "Auntie, your injury..."

Bai Qingyu's abdomen was bleeding profusely, and the penetrating wound was still difficult to heal. Even adding demonic power could only slow down the bleeding. Her blood-stained clothes were originally other people's blood, but now they were mostly her own.

If it weren't for the demonic power maintaining it, this penetrating wound would have caused massive bleeding, and anyone else would have died long ago.

Bai Qingyu smiled, but Changsheng could tell she was putting on a brave face.

"I'm fine, you should go and get some rest."

"Okay, Auntie."

As Changsheng entered the house, he couldn't help but look back at the frail, staggering figure walking out. The scene he had witnessed by the river resurfaced in his mind: his aunt, covered in blood, standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, holding an umbrella.

He has a rather mature personality. If Dongqing saw him, she would definitely be terrified and have nightmares for a while.

But that's how it is. If it were really Dongqing who saw it, she would definitely ask for clarification. After a while, she would forget about the memory and might only remember it occasionally.

Changsheng's silence stemmed from keeping the matter deeply buried in his heart, a matter he could never forget.

He didn't know why his aunt did this, only that besides her gentle and kind side, she also had an extremely cold-blooded side, capable of slaughtering more than a hundred people without batting an eye.

Changsheng's opinion of his aunt had unknowingly changed.

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The babbling brook flowed downstream, its waters stained crimson with the blood on Bai Qingyu's body—the blood of the refugees and her own. In reality, her injuries weren't as minor as she claimed, but they weren't serious enough to cost her her life either.

After washing her feather robe and cleaning herself, she used her demonic power to heal her abdominal wound. The external injury was not a problem; she just needed to wait for the internal injuries to heal. If it weren't for the lingering power from the sword in the wound that was hindering her demonic power, these injuries would have healed in a few days.

Fortunately, his demonic power was able to suppress this force, otherwise it would have been really troublesome.

Bai Qingyu was unaware of how astonishing it was that her demonic power could suppress the power of the demonic sword. She was pondering a question: what exactly was this demonic sword, and what was its connection to that old Taoist priest surnamed Lin? Did he already know that there was an opportunity for immortality, and that the demonic sword would choose him?

No, is being chosen by this sword really an opportunity?

Calling it a disaster is more accurate.

Changsheng has a strong talent, but it's unknown whether he can control it. However, no matter how strong his talent is, he is still just a seven-year-old child.

Sitting in the stream, letting the icy water wash over her body, Bai Qingyu felt her mind was a mess, everything was a jumbled mess. To be honest, she regretted it a little, not that she regretted killing those refugees, but that Changsheng had witnessed her killing them, and that she had brought her two children to Peach Blossom Town today.

If I had known that Changsheng had so-called tribulations and opportunities, I should have kept him at home back then.

It's too late to say anything now. Bai Qingyu opened her hand, and a wisp of black mist appeared from her hand before disappearing.

This is karmic hindrance; it may seem intangible and have no effect, but its specific function will become clear on the day of one's tribulation. With so much karmic hindrance, it's unknown how long it will take to accumulate enough merit to offset it.

Heaven is blind; those bastards deserve to die, yet they still brought down so much karma.

Perhaps it was none of her business as a demon to deal with infighting among their own kind, Bai Qingyu thought with amusement, though she knew that wasn't the reason.

Take a moment to realize that the karmic obstacles weren't actually that many; the merit gained from killing the catfish demon offset a significant portion of the karmic obstacles.

Thinking about how to accumulate more merit to offset her karmic obstacles, she felt her eyelids getting heavy and slowly closed her eyes. Suddenly, a small white snake poked its head out from behind her, staring at her curiously. Sensing the gaze, Bai Qingyu turned around and realized that it was the same intelligent little white snake she had met that morning.

Bai Qingyu had a good impression of this white snake. In addition to absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, this snake was also quite intelligent. And if he was not mistaken, it was still a young snake, not a newborn one and definitely far from adulthood.

I raised my hand and beckoned the little white snake over. Holding it in my palm, I felt the silky, cool texture of its scales. I tapped its little head with my finger and found the snake exceptionally cute.

The demonic power was slowly injected, which helped to improve the little snake's already low intelligence. Bai Qingyu thought that he might as well adopt the little snake, since it was a cub after all.

While playing with snakes, Bai Qingyu spent the entire day soaking in the stream. After getting out of the river, she used her demonic power to evaporate the water droplets from her body, then wrapped the wound on her abdomen with herbs and strips of cloth, put on the long skirt transformed from her feather robe, and walked lightly towards the valley.

The little snake perched on Bai Qingyu's shoulder, curiously looking around. From today onwards, her new life begins.

Back in the valley, they found that Dongqing had already woken up. The little girl was sitting under the old tree, eating pastries while watching Changsheng practice his sword.

Noticing Bai Qingyu's return, Bai Dongqing quickly put down the pastries she was holding and skipped over, "Oh, Auntie, you're back!"

Before she could even pounce on Bai Qingyu, the little girl spotted the small snake on Bai Qingyu's shoulder. Startled, she froze. Upon closer inspection, she realized the snake looked familiar. Recalling the scene from when they set off that morning, Dongqing clapped her hands and exclaimed in delight, "Auntie, isn't that the little white snake?!"

"Chang Sheng, come quick! Auntie has brought the little white snake here!"

Upon hearing this, Changsheng put down the demonic sword in his hand and turned his head to look at Bai Qingyu, who was staring at him.

He deliberately looked away, but seeing Bai Qingyu holding the umbrella inevitably reminded him of that scene. Then, looking at the cheerful Dong Qing, Chang Sheng felt a little envious.

If only he had passed out from the fall.

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Volume 1: Chapter 25 Bai Qingyu's Crisis

The clouds are dark and threatening rain, the water is still and misty.

The day after Bai Qingyu returned to the valley, the sky began to darken. A strong wind swept in, and thick, dark clouds gathered to obscure the sky, giving the impression that a storm was brewing. Logically, she should have killed the river god, which should have made the drought worse. However, in reality, it rained the very next day.

I wonder what the people of Peach Blossom Town think, considering the River God just died.

Bai Qingyu sat under the eaves changing his bandages, thinking that a catfish that had become a spirit could at most fool the ignorant people. It was absolutely impossible for it to control wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. Even if it could control wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, it wouldn't be its turn. Not to mention a divine dragon, it would at least need to find a flood dragon.

Just as she thought of this, the little white snake coiled around the table leg raised its head.

As the wind howled, Bai Qingyu felt raindrops falling. She put down what she was holding and quickly called out to the two children who were playing nearby.

"We need to get home soon, it's about to rain!"

Around the old tree, Dongqing and Changsheng were playfully fighting. Actually, Dongqing wanted to see the Demon Sword and play with it, but Changsheng wouldn't allow it.

Suddenly jumping out from behind the tree, Holly grunted twice.

“My dear brother, quickly show your sword to your sister. Don’t be so selfish.”

Liu Changsheng, with his sword clasped in both hands and a cold expression, shook his head firmly.

"No, this sword is quite special. My aunt won't allow me to give it to you. If you continue like this, don't blame me for telling my aunt."

Upon hearing this, the little girl indeed became obedient, pouting, "Tch, if you won't give it to us, then don't. Auntie is telling us to go back, you pighead."

After several months without rain, the rain that finally came was a torrential downpour.

Outside, the rain was pouring down. Listening to the pattering rain, Bai Qingyu took out the wooden umbrella she hadn't finished weaving before and continued weaving. The two little ones sat on either side of her. Beside them, Dongqing couldn't help but tilt her little head.

"Auntie, what happened yesterday? What happened after I fell and passed out? I asked Changsheng, but that idiot wouldn't tell me."

Bai Qingyu paused in her weaving of the wooden umbrella and said, "It's nothing. I just killed a monster that eats children, and then I brought you back."

"A man-eating monster?" Dongqing's eyes lit up, clearly showing her great interest in the matter.

"Yes, I've already killed that big catfish that ate babies."

"Wow, Auntie is so amazing! And then what?"

He raised his hand and patted her little head with his wing. "And then, that was it."

"Didn't those villagers thank Auntie?" the little girl asked with longing and anticipation. "It's a pity I fainted and didn't see it. Auntie must have been very handsome back then."

Bai Qingyu and Changsheng remained silent upon hearing this. Whether Bai Qingyu was handsome or not at that time is unknown, but he was certainly terrifying.

The little girl didn't notice the strange atmosphere. She suddenly stood up, her face full of excitement and agitation, "Auntie, I want to become a sword immortal, and like you, I want to slay demons and monsters for all living beings!"

Changsheng, still holding the Demon Sword, opened his eyes upon hearing this. "Dongqing, you've read too many books. Reality is often different from what you think. Slaying demons is a good thing, but others may not think so. Why do something so thankless?"

The passion that had just been ignited was extinguished by a bucket of water, and the little girl puffed out her cute little face again, "You idiot Changsheng, don't you dare talk!"

"That's just how it is. You say you're doing this for the sake of all living beings, but others just think you're meddling in other people's business."

"Still talking!"

Changsheng simply closed his eyes and sat down without saying a word, which made the little girl a bit irritated.

"You idiot Changsheng, I will definitely become a sword immortal, and then I'll show you!"

"Becoming a sword immortal is a good thing. You are immune to all diseases, your lifespan is not as long as that of ordinary people (less than a hundred years), and you have the strength to protect yourself. I just don't want to see you do some stupid things."

"you you you!"

The two children argued incessantly, while the little white snake coiled around the table leg curiously raised its head, puzzled. Bai Qingyu, however, seemed thoughtful; Changsheng's words had given her a hint.

The two children are currently just ordinary people with early intellectual development. Apart from being much smarter than their peers, they are no different from ordinary people. In other words, an illness or disaster could take their lives. If they have no ability to protect themselves from thieves and monsters, even if they grow up healthy and safe, their lifespan will be no more than a hundred years, or perhaps even less.

As a demon, my lifespan is at least a thousand years, if not ten thousand. Perhaps if I go into seclusion or take a long nap, everything will be different when I wake up. The little one who used to chirp and call me "Auntie" all the time will have grown up or even grown old.

Just thinking about this scene is heartbreaking.

Moreover, after yesterday's events, she deeply felt the importance of strength. She couldn't stay by their side forever, and she never knew what tomorrow or the future would bring. Without the strength to protect herself, she would only turn into a handful of dust.

Bai Qingyu wanted the two children to cultivate.

She stopped weaving the wooden umbrella completely as she seriously considered the problem.

Unfortunately, she was just a bird demon. To be honest, twenty or thirty years of cultivation was nothing in the demon realm. For other demon beasts, that amount of time might only be enough to just gain sentience. So how could she possibly know human cultivation methods?

Chang Sheng is fine; with the Demon Sword, his development is not a concern, as his talent lies in this area.

But what about Dongqing? I can't just grab a cultivator to teach her cultivation.

Suddenly, she thought of having her go up the mountain to become an apprentice, but this idea was immediately dismissed by Bai Qingyu.

·

Life returned to normal, and two years passed leisurely. During these two years, Bai Qingyu never went to Peach Blossom Town again. She did everything herself, becoming self-sufficient and well-fed. During these two years, she heard that after the refugees in Peach Blossom Town were driven away, the original inhabitants built a small temple for her. Although it was not recognized by heaven and earth, people often went to offer incense to her.

Bai Qingyu didn't know why things were like this, and she hadn't gone to see for herself, so she let them do whatever they wanted.

She stayed home to focus on taking care of the kids. The two kids, no, the three kids, were well-nourished and growing very fast.

As the days went by, Bai Qingyu noticed that Liu Changsheng seemed to have become a different person since returning from Peach Blossom Town two years ago. He was already not talkative, and now he was even less talkative. He used to be cold on the outside but warm on the inside, but now he seemed to be developing in the direction of being cold on the outside and cold on the inside as well.

There has been no movement from the Demon Sword for two years, so it can be basically confirmed that the problem is not with the Demon Sword.

Since it wasn't the Demon Sword, it must have been something that had a profound impact on his mind that day.

Bai Qingyu had been wanting to find an opportunity to talk to him, but she didn't know how to start. She had also explained why he killed those refugees, but it seemed that it hadn't resolved his inner conflict.